Charmant ! C’est très drôle. Et, cerise sur le gâteau, sans aucun mot vulgaire. Que demander de plus. Tout de même, Patachou était une « sacrée bonne femme » et dans ma bouche c’est un compliment.
There are those who do Looking at the ceiling Or counting the flies Who are on the pedestal table There are those who do Thinking about money And those who think of nothing Because it's tiring There are those who do wondering why And those who do As if they were made of wood Those who during the thing start to stutter And who are surprised afterwards To have quintuplets There are those who do Singing a song Beating the beat By tapping the heel There are those who do Always a little distant Because it's the only way To have children Those who during the thing Loud screams So that the neighbors believe May they have a good time There are those who do Without passion or desire 'Cause that's the only thing who really make you lose weight There are those who do To break records All those whose charms Are just a guestbook There are those who do With accessories What need a trumpet Or a swing Those who when the thing Is already over Wonder if the thing Will start soon There are those who do Not for the feelings Only once a year For allowances They have sad eyes, stretched necks The failures of the trifle They do the overcoat thing The failures of the forbidden fruit Because all those to whom The thing does nothing Don't like those to whom The thing feels good
Le pianiste, bon sang!!!
Charmant ! C’est très drôle.
Et, cerise sur le gâteau, sans aucun mot vulgaire.
Que demander de plus.
Tout de même, Patachou était une « sacrée bonne femme » et dans ma bouche c’est un compliment.
C'est toujours un grand plaisir d'entendre Patachou qui interprète à merveille les chansons drôles ou coquines.
Délicieux !
There are those who do Looking at the ceiling Or counting the flies Who are on the pedestal table There are those who do Thinking about money And those who think of nothing Because it's tiring There are those who do wondering why And those who do As if they were made of wood Those who during the thing start to stutter And who are surprised afterwards To have quintuplets There are those who do Singing a song Beating the beat By tapping the heel There are those who do Always a little distant Because it's the only way To have children Those who during the thing Loud screams So that the neighbors believe May they have a good time There are those who do Without passion or desire 'Cause that's the only thing who really make you lose weight There are those who do To break records All those whose charms Are just a guestbook There are those who do With accessories What need a trumpet Or a swing Those who when the thing Is already over Wonder if the thing Will start soon There are those who do Not for the feelings Only once a year For allowances They have sad eyes, stretched necks The failures of the trifle They do the overcoat thing The failures of the forbidden fruit Because all those to whom The thing does nothing Don't like those to whom The thing feels good